April 24th, 2011
Yesterday they kicked us out of our dorms…the hallway was a mess of shoes, pizza boxes, papers, samurai swords, and other discarded junk. Saying goodbye is always strange…I finally made it to Shanghai to drop off my suitcases at the Luxury Management Girls’ Place. Their apartment was infected with salmonella and laziness…everyone had the shits. That night I grabbed a beer with Yves Tiers and his Belgian posse, in a bar called ‘Zapatas,’ where scantily-clad women poured tequila shots down my throat.
The next day, I’m moving again…with my big red backpack and my laptop slung across my shoulder. I tried to make it to Shanghai Railway Station South by 4:43pm, but…I didn’t. I went to the wrong train station, 3 Chinese retards misdirected me, and my IPod was too loud to hear the conductor’s voice… I arrived at the station 2 minutes after my train had departed. I almost hyperventilated, and wanted to break things.
Luckily, a bespectacled Chinaman came to my rescue, and I replaced my ticket for one leaving at 7:40pm. I sat at KFC for 2.5 hours, munching on wings and preparing myself for the 23 hour train ride to Guilin. I got on, settled into a third-bunk bed (50 centimeters from the ceiling). I looked at the purple stains above me and thought, “How the fuck am I going to survive this one?”
-Seb
1 comment:
take care and hope safety trip in Guilin, enjoy it.
Anyway, the bed in the train here is better than in europe..
goodluck..
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